That truth shall never more, alas, be true,
Or trust be ever utter trust again
Till peace has come to me as pure as that
To earth, from the rainbow's woven amulet
Upon the brow of God—peace wed to kindness.
And to deceive me now were less than kind!
Rizzio.
My Porzia! (Falls weeping at her feet.)
Deceit at last is o'er!
And not he, even he, who wrought this wrong